Black.
The second time I woke up, I was not in the car.
I was somewhere that was all black.
Then a patch of blue began to mix with the black.
Was I dead? Did Tori kill me?

Then I heard a giggle. Two giggles. A man's voice, mixed with the high-pitch of a girl's. Tori's. But I couldn't make up the guy's voice. I didn't recognise it.

Were they dead too? And why was it all so dark?

Then a hand smeared off my blind fold. Instead of two people, there was one. Tori.

I tried to stand up, but the struggle was such a cliche. So freaky useless.
My hands and legs were tied around the chair.
"What do you want, Hastings! Why don't you just let me go!" I cried.

She giggled again. 
Bitch, I thought.

"Can I get my cell phone? I needa tell Mom I'm here, she'll be dying with worry." I said.

She smirked. "I guess little Ashy's never watched thrillers, huh? Don't you know they take phones? Do you think I'm insane?"

Was this girl actually serious? Was I actually being kidnapped. Of course, this must be some kind of joke.
But no, it was so real.

The reality in all this was so bitter, so potent, vigorous.

I closed my eyes. It will be over some day.

I'm still awake, tonight.
Broken up inside.
I wanna run, but I don't know where to go.
I'm crying out, I need a miracle.

Then I watched Tori Hastings get out of the room. Two people giggled again and the sound of a high-five banged through the humid aid.

So much of a bitch, Tori.

And her words were so real, so bona fide.

Because it stayed like this for six complete months.

I stayed there, the chair my only support. I began to notice a termite had started biting off the leg of the chair. It would leave me soon, too.
Sometimes the door would open up, and I'd catch a glimpse of day-light. How badly I missed God's creation.
Then Tori would throw a plate in front of me and I would turn my face away in disgust.

Then she'd force me to eat.
Torture.
So much torture.
And then she's go away, leaving me alone.

And then I'd feel more trapped than ever, my hands trembling with the urge to set myself free and kill that bitch.

Maybe that's what they called kismet.